Yester-night

Fort Canning : Open field
Watched 'Amelie' in the outdoors in the extremely, super duper, hardcore HEAVY rain. Sitting on the mat with an opened umbrella. No, the umbrella was not for us. It was for our already wet bags. The mat was wet, our jeans and skirts were wet, Felicia's specs were wet & foggy.


Indoors : Along a corridor
Dripping wet from the storm, we found a spot to sit and we TRIED to get dry. Germaine laid the mat, i emptied my bag. My poor log book! Soaked with water and now, it's like 'scrunched' up at the edges. My jacket was wet. So much for keeping me warm. We sat there, enjoyed our burgers, fries and bbq chips. Cold and shivering, Germaine started making 'music' with her butt. Not fart you dumb ass. Her jeans were wet, so everytime she moved, it made weird sounds.


Along Park Mall : At the side of the road
The rain has stopped. Waiting for a cab. Four drenched girls hailing for a damn cab. A bus driver made angry hand gestures to a car driver. 2 cabs went by and the drivers didn't even notice us waving and jumping around for it. We thought we were dead. Nobody looked at us. No matter how silly we looked, nobody noticed us. Nobody were staring at 4 wet girls laughing their hearts out along the road. Nobody noticed when these 4 girls crossed the road in search for a cab. We were invisible. We were ghosts. We were wandering souls waiting for a cab while our bodies lay silent up at Fort Canning Green.


Opposite Istana Park : Still along the side of the road
I was tired and giddy. Still no cab. -_- Grace and Germaine still enthusiastic about free cabs going by. Felicia just stood still and waited. I sat on the kerb. Buses went by and i felt the breeze when they sped past me. Very surreal. And i STILL felt like puking. 10 to 15 mins went by, finally... A cab.